The Boras Factor

If you were one of the ones that wanted to crack open the piggy bank and empty it into Mark Teixeira’s lap, you probably didn’t have a good day yesterday. It’s like seeing that great parking spot at the mall on the Saturday before Christmas, blinker on, and some cock-knocker in a Lexus SVU swerves out of nowhere right into your spot. It’s like Lucy holding the football for Charlie Brown, only to snatch it away at the last minute, leaving Chuck ass-over-handlebars once again. It must suck.

But if you’re like me, and you saw an 8-year deal as a poster child for bad decisions, rejoice. Because it’s the Yankees that will be carting Teixeira onto the field in 2014, 2015 and 2016 writing checks for 23 million bucks, and wishing they hadn’t added that no-trade clause into the deal. 26 rings indeed.

Meanwhile, back at the Fens, we’ve got Mike Lowell, Josh Beckett and Big Papi healing up for 2009. We’ve got Pedroia, Papelbon, Delcarmen and Youk. We’ve got Bowden and Lars Anderson waiting in the wings. And as Red mentioned, we’ve got a new enemy in pinstripes. It’s good to be a Sox fan.